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“Next Lifetime” by Ramiro Alexander-Duchesne

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He sat there at the counter of the diner. His khaki-colored fedora dripped water from its brim onto his matching trench coat. Soft jazz of a bygone era poured from the speakers dispersed throughout the eatery and filled the establishment. Rain dripped off the awnings that extended over the windows. Each drop was illuminated by the neon signs shining on the cityscape below them. The steam from the coffee in his cup rose up and fogged his glasses as he sipped it. He removed his glasses and pulled the handkerchief from his jacket pocket. He wip...

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“The breakup” by Atan Solp

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“Anita, today I have made a difficult decision. We must break up. I can’t marry you! I will pack my things now and leave this house. Leave now and forever, Anita. And don't ask me to stay!” With these words, my beloved Victor returned from work to our cute and cozy house on the wood edge. “Victor, what happened to you? Please calm down and let's talk. Explain your decision to me, please” I didn’t understand anything because yesterday everything was fine and nothing foretold such a storm in our relationship. We also never talked about marriag...

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“The Question” by Ginger M Crabb

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The QuestionHere I lay, waiting, wondering, my body a stench beyond what could be described as wretched. I awoke just hours ago inside this pine box. I tried to knock, as if on a door but, was unable to move my hand. I thought, “How silly of me. It is not as if I am at a door, unless this is the door to purgatory!” I shuddered to think this dark place I find myself in was my…..resting place. The thought of my untimely demise left me unnerved to my very core, if I still had a core. I searched the deepest corners of my mind trying to reme...

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“Witching Lessons” by Mollee Mae Ploe

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Sweet-smelling steam warmed Miranda’s face as she leaned over the cauldron and breathed in. This was a recipe she knew well and practiced often, and hoped it’d please her mentor when she arrived. She stirred the mixture with her wooden spoon, and admired the colorful ingredients as they rose to the surface and plunged back under in the wake. Rose petals, lemon peel, a sprig of sage, a cinnamon stick: Together in the blessed water, they melded into the perfect spell to ward off a cloudy day. She closed her eyes and let the vapors wash ov...

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“pleading with the moon” by Jezreel Bell

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I once wrote a love letter to the moon.and when I say love letter, I mean a plea."If I could just receive a sign... thats all im asking for.a sign that youre listening, a sign that im on the right path, a sign that truly prances its self right onto my path and walks me to what my calling is suppose to be...""MEOwwwww...."meow? meow?!I turned my head and the absolutely most angelic cat pranced across my lawn and in the filter of the evening I almost missed her.Ive actually never heard a stray speak...and I thought to myself.... " now moon... ...

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“Farewell This Earth” by Lee Kendrick

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Farewell This Earth By Lee Kendrick Christmas Day was as beautiful as ever: with a six-foot fir tree, and the sweet smell of pine emanating from it was intoxicating. The pine needle branches were covered with gold and silver tinsel, red and green crackers, and various glass glittered, coloured baubles red, gold, white and yellow. And on top of the tree stood a silver fairy. Beautiful red, yellow, white and orange small light bulbs set the tree ablaze with light. At the bottom of the tree lay a wonderful assortment of wrapped presents, p...

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“Unmarked Burial, 30 B.C.E., former Eastern Alexandria” by E. H. Fairley

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There was no doubt how heavy his heart was with vengeance, and while belief had never been my friend I closed my eyes and cherished the image of Anubis watching his heart sink on that golden scale. The crinkles in my stomach soothed as the great god of the damned with a surge of terrible anger would throw the remnants of that wicked man down to the pits of the underworld. Destruction of his body, his soul, and his entirety to match the trail of pain his mere existence had left here. While the queen wiped her broken tears with soft ...

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“Rhea and Charmout” by Aliki Georgakopoulos

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They traveled up the steep embankment and as they did she thought to herself, half mumbling and half entranced from the exhaustion of the long journey.‘A road would be nice. I am not a fan of spiders, why do we have to whack our way through the overgrowth and the spiders?’ or ‘I wonder if we'll ever have cake again?’ Her mind mostly wandered to random topics. That made it easier to ignore her sore back and the sharp, stabbing pain from her worn out knees.She was getting too old to trek like this; too old and too weary from time spe...

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“Bekhor, the first Son” by Annie Chibesakunda

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Bruriah ran along the empty streets as she heard singing coming from most of the houses. She had fallen asleep behind a stack of hay because she was tired from all the work she had been forced to do for her Egyptian mistress. So, she thought to hide away for a while, but then she fell asleep until sunset. The night was falling fast, the last feeble rays of the sun dipping into the vast Nile River. Bruriah made her way through the simple Israeli housing structures when she saw a doorpost stained with blood.She remembered how the Medianite for...

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“A Stroll Around the Park” by Darlene Mosley

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“Happy birthday, Sugar,” the man said.“Why, thank you darlin’,” the woman replied.The man bent his six-foot two frame to plant a quick kiss on the lips of his five-foot-eight wife. She accepted the kiss but then playfully slapped him on the upper arm.“You old fool,” she teased, “you always tryin’ to steal a kiss from me.”The man laughed heartily. “Woman, what you talkin’ ‘bout? I only been tryin’ to steal kisses from you since we was knee-high to a grasshopper!”She grinned, a wide broad grin that crinkled her eyes with joy.&nb...

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“The Scars that Make Us” by MJ Brewer

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Thud. Thud. Thud. For the past eleven years, it was the same frantic race for the same minuscule amount of time. One hour. Then, she’d have to wait another 8,766.82 hours—an entire year—for the chance to funnel back to her again. But that wasn’t the worst part; with time slipping away, her opportunities were dwindling. She had exactly a dozen chances—not a baker’s dozen; twelve. She wasn’t sure how she arrived at that time-constraining conclusion, but she had, nonetheless. After that, the rest of her existence would echo in her ear...

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“My Eternal Journey ” by Ayanna Edwards

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I still wander through memories of that fateful morning, reliving the moments that stole my breath away. Literally. I was 25, vibrant and full of life, cooking breakfast in my kitchen, for my girls, when a sharp pain pierced my chest intermittently, but I didn’t think much of it until I fainted. --Awakening to Fear-- My eyes fluttered open to frantic movements around me. I was being rolled into surgery quickly, scared and going in and out of consciousness. A doctor’s urgent voice echoed, “Tear in the aorta...we need to fix it.” Fear gripped ...

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“Mirror” by Lakijai Harris

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12 to 1Mirror, mirror. Oh, stop it, Ayana. I am not in that kind of mirror and you know it. Come now, Anaya. Can’t we have a little fun? Fun would be you setting me free. You belong here Ayana, not me. Pish posh Anaya. I didn't force you here. Your curiosity brought you to this room. I didn't force you there. You wanted to see what was in the mirror. I helped you achieve your dreams. Dreams? dreams! This is a nightmare, Ayana. This is why you wanted out. You tricked me, Ayana. I. Tricked. You. No, Anaya. You tricked yourself. You were told t...

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“Shhh” by Veronica Faline

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Shhh A chill wind slaps her hair into her face. The strands are offensively straight, chopped off with the snip of the scissors. Shhh, the sound of it still echoes. With each strand cut loose, the sharp metal whispered to the hair to be quiet. Quiet the crying, quiet the stories you hold, quiet your ancestors, and quiet the generations to come. Hair is her lifeline, just as it was her parents’ and their parents’ before them. Generations dating back from before history was written grew into those strands of hair. Past, present, and future we...

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“Accused” by Sarah Spencer

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I stood transfixed at the window, captivated not for the first time by the quiet beauty that enveloped my cottage in the early hours before dawn. Being a spinster of 25 years and the daughter of an unconventional healer had secured my position on the fringe of society. My mother and I had always treasured the solitude that our wooded croft afforded. Her passing last winter did, perhaps, make this place feel a bit less like home. Still, I could bear a bit of loneliness if only I could have avoided what happened in town yesterday. Autumn had s...

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Write a story from the point of view of a witch, spirit, or corpse.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 130 stories

“Next Lifetime” by Ramiro Alexander-Duchesne

“The breakup” by Atan Solp

“The Question” by Ginger M Crabb

“Witching Lessons” by Mollee Mae Ploe

“pleading with the moon” by Jezreel Bell

“Farewell This Earth” by Lee Kendrick

“Unmarked Burial, 30 B.C.E., former Eastern Alexandria” by E. H. Fairley

“Rhea and Charmout” by Aliki Georgakopoulos

“Bekhor, the first Son” by Annie Chibesakunda

“A Stroll Around the Park” by Darlene Mosley

“The Scars that Make Us” by MJ Brewer

“My Eternal Journey ” by Ayanna Edwards

“Mirror” by Lakijai Harris

“Shhh” by Veronica Faline

“Accused” by Sarah Spencer

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